i made with the sun

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calliopewinters:

She let him hug her, the closeness’ intention never in question when it came to her brother. He needed her, she’d be there providing the framework for him to collapse into. And she could almost feel it, the way the air left his body and how it twisted her stomach in knots until she felt him inhale again. “You do,” Owe her, and deserve it. “But I’m not worried about being mad at you. I’m making breakfast, you’re on toast duty.” She didn’t break the hug though, not for a second. 

At least Calli could let him take the blame on this one. He’d really have to pull himself together and make it up to her in the next few weeks, or he’d just keep feeling guilty for way too long. He still felt guilty for things he did in his teen years, honestly, it was a feeling he liked to harvest. “I’ll make the best damn toast you’ve ever had,” he declared, pulling away just a little. “Come on, then.”

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calliopewinters:

Closing some of the distance between them, a sympathetic look came over her face. Sure, she was upset that he hadn’t let her know. But not upset enough to let him work himself up like this, their was a duality to Dom that she thought would always exist in her mind. Standing here, as much as she saw the grown man he was, she still saw her baby brother. Small and lanky, with the best of intentions and a heart that was so big, it’s walls were stretched as thin as paper.

 A hand reached out to ruffle his hair, her tone slipping into a softer version of it’s usual playfulness. “Ah come on, I’m a big bad slayer. I didn’t need anyone to walk me home.” The only reason she’d wanted him to was because she liked the company. “We’re square,” Her hand slide down to give a comforting rub to his back as she lead him into sitting on her couch. 

Dominic’s heart broke at the thought of Calli waiting for him and eventually giving up and just walking home. Yes, obviously she could take care of herself, him walking home alone at night was probably more dangerous than the other way around, but still. He had this big biting need to protect his family and he’d failed at that tonight. And for what? To play Confused Teenager at his friend’s house? God. He was such an ass. It would take a while until he got over that one, even if Calli seemed okay.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, the only thing he could think of saying at the moment. Usually he would be more careful invading anyone’s personal space, and he was a big fan of just letting people initiate contact, Calli especially, but right then, he needed a hug. So he pulled her close and sighed out all of the suffocating guilt in his lungs and tried not to pout too hard or he’d make himself cry. “I owe you, big time,” he muttered. “You can be mad at me if you want, y’know, I deserve this one.”

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sepvlchral:

“Finger condoms are ridiculous,” he said as he lay back on the cot and covered his eyes with his arms. No, okay, spasming and lockjaw didn’t sound great to him, but either did needles okay? 

“Alright, nurse, shoot me up with that sweet, sweet poison!” 

He was being dramatic. He was pretty sure the kid next door getting his pre-kindergarten shots was being better behaved than he was. But he was hungry and hungover and had just sliced a part of his fingers open and now he was getting. a. shot. 

“Oh, fuck my life.” 

Yes, Travis was being unnecessarily dramatic for sure, but Dominic wasn’t here to judge. He’d seen big near body-building men actually pass out at the idea of drawing blood, it was okay. To each their phobias.

He couldn’t really sympathize when he was raised watching E.R. with his mother every week, but he understood. He’d had his fair share of anxiety attacks over getting stuck in traffic inside a car, he couldn’t judge anyone’s fears, really.

“It’ll be a quick one,” he promised again, cleaning the area for the shot with a little cotton before carefully pressing the needle in and pushing Travis the vaccine. He pulled back and was quick to press a cotton ball to it. “There we go, hold this for me, press on it. Do you want a lollipop for your bravery?”

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calliopewinters:

Calli’s face softened hearing that oh so familiar shake in his voice, the memory of her teen angst soundtrack shattered to pieces still a vivid memory in her mind. It was an Avril CD, either Let Go or Under My Skin, she couldn’t even remember now, but she’d been devastated. The preteen type of devastated that included doors slamming and shouting not only between her and him but also Lorelai who was trying to handle it while their mom was working. Hormones were a bitch. “You should of texted.” She said, and stood by it. Even in spite of knowing all the shit she’d pulled in her past. He should have texted, or told her he was leaving, because their was a murderer on the loose. Or because then she wouldn’t have waited. Or because he’d been on this side of the argument before. 

Still because she’d been on his side, she sighed and let her head drop into her chest. What was it their mother said when she’d disappeared to their dad’s for a night? I value your independence, but never as much as your life. Something like that. 

She’d rolled her eyes then, and she was not trying to be Dom’s mother the way Lorelai had slowly become another one of theirs. But she did feel like it resonated, a little bit. 

Back then, when they were kids, Dominic was sort of afraid of Calli, in the same way he was afraid of Lorelai, or his mom. He was afraid he’d get yelled at and have his videogame taken away for the weekend, or that he wouldn’t be able to go to the next school trip, or that he wouldn’t get to have pizza on Fridays. Now though, they were all grown up. Now he knew no one would take his playstation away or cut off his TV hours.

But it was so much worse because it was the very real threat of disappointing his sister, instead; it was the idea that Calli wasn’t mad or angry, she was just upset. And she had every right to be, he knew that, he was a dick not letting her know where he was going off to. God, he remembered the one time he forgot to tell his mom he was sleeping at a friend’s, he remembered the panic phone call and all the tears he had to handle on the next morning.

“I should. I really should’ve, it was-- everything is such a mess, I’m sorry, Calli,” he sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose, willing his wavering voice to chill the fuck out and steady itself. “Did you--... God, did you get someone to drop you off, at least? I’m such an idiot, I’m sorry, fuck.”

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sepvlchral:

“My boss’ll make me wear a finger condom,” he said, emphasizing the last word because, yeah, the concept was hilarious. “I’ll be alright. I’ll try not to mess with it too much.” 

He groaned and sat back down, already dreading the next five minutes in there. “We can just pretend I said I already had it! I really, really, really do not want a shot.” 

“Finger condoms are quite practical,” Dominic nodded, smiling a bit. The concept was really dumb, but in his experience, it was always the safest way to go with a finger wound. Specially stitches.

He moved over to grab things for the tetanus shot instead now. “You also really, really don’t want to have random spasms and lose control of your muscles and potentially die, do you?” He chuckled. “I’ll make it quick, promise.”

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sepvlchral:

When the blood was cleared off, Travis looked down at his hand. “Hm,” he said as he turned it over. It was especially weird having a finger you couldn’t feel at all, but hey. He was glad he still had all parts of his hand. “Being a barista with a missing finger would have been hard,” he said, completing his thought out loud. 

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’ve never had stitches before, no,” he said as he pushed to stand back up again, hoping he didn’t drop right back to the floor. “I cant afford time off work. Do I need, like, a tetanus shot or anything? Fuck I hope I don’t need a goddamn shot today.” 

“You really should take at least tomorrow or something off,” Dominic suggested, even if he knew it was a bit of a lost cause, by the tone in Travis’ voice.. “If you really can’t, at least make sure to keep it dry, keep a glove on it or some other protection at all times and change the bandages frequently.”

He checked back on Travis’ files and hummed. “Yeah, you haven’t had the shot in the last five years, right? You’re gonna need one, I’m sorry, man.”

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Travis fell silent at that and let it sink in. He hadn’t really meant for it to sound as self depreciating as it was, but it was already out there. Still, he appreciated the sentiment all the same. 

“Yeah, good call,” he said as he held tight to the sick bag and prayed to whatever god was out there that he wouldn’t toss his cookies (and the redbulls he had guzzled that morning.) That would be embarrassing. 

Dominic was careful on the clean up, even if he knew Travis was anesthetized and wouldn’t feel much of anything anyway. He made sure to be extra thorough to save the guy from having to walk home with a hand caked in dry blood, and he threw the bandages safely into the trash before making sure the stitches were all set.

“Okay, now we’re good, good job. You ever had anything stitched up before? It’s a good look on you, very Frankenstein-y, I like it,” he chuckled. “You have to keep it dry, make sure to check on it often, to catch any signs of infection early on. If you get a fever, come back. I’ll give you a pamphlet with all the info you need, signs of infection and all that, and there’s an ointment to put on it, too. You’ll be off work for a bit. A couple painkillers and you should be fine.”

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sepvlchral:

The feeling of being stitched up was quite bizarre. He could very distinctly feel the tug of the needle and thread, and boy did it make his stomach churn. 

“Fuck,” he said as he grabbed for the puke bag, holding it close just in case. He managed not to retch, though, thank god. That would have sucked. 

“I didn’t go to college,” he said, his voice a groan. “Unsurprisingly, I guess. As a barista.” 

Dominic was used to people having mixed feelings about the stitching process, so he only tried to focus on the work and make it quick. He’d had to work on screaming children before, he could handle vomit, trust him.

“Half of my buddies from college graduated and are now baristas, so,” he murmured, voice quiet because he was still focusing on the stitches, careful as ever. “That’s no indication of scholarship, I reckon,” he hummed, finishing up on the last stitch, tying and cutting the string gingerly. 

“There we go, the worst part is over with. Just need to clean you up now,” he sent Travis a smile. “Still pretty bloody, so you might want to keep the eyes away.”

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“Oh, no, when I saw you I was still pretty sober,” he said with a laugh, already comfortable enough to forget the whole sliced open finger bit. “But afterwards I went to the bar, started talking to the bartender. I taste tested… all of the drinks she made? I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Seemed like a good idea at the time. I don’t even remember where I woke up this morning, though.” 

“Ah, well, taste testing is a fair way to get drunk, I’ve been there,” Dominic snorted out a chuckle, carefully applying the anesthetic to the wounded finger before discarding the syringe and gearing up to start the stitching. “I woke up in quite the weird situation, too. I hadn’t been this drunk since college, to be honest.”

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Traivs snorted a little as he kept his eyes on the ceiling, anywhere but the blood and his finger. Fuck, when did he get so squeamish? “If I thought you weren’t capable of doing this, I would’ve asked for someone else.” 

He did as Dominic told him to do, following orders quickly and efficiently, even as he did his best to look anywhere but at the actual wound. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so drunk in my whole life.” 

Dominic felt his face burn a little, because yeah, a great way to comfort a squeamish patient was to tell them you were still feeling the effects of booze in your system. Travis was being nice, at least.

“You seemed awfully sober to me, but then again, I don’t remember much,” he chuckled, testing out the syringe to make sure there was no air in there before approaching the sliced finger. “Okay, just a very bitchy pinch, then we’re good to go.”

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Travis laughed, and the action made him feel sicker, so he swiftly groaned. How hadn’t he died last night? I didn’t even know how much he drank. He lost count somewhere after the drink called the Espeon. 

His finger didn’t help things. He looked down at the blood and made a quiet sound before looking at the ceiling. “Oh god in heaven, tell me when it’s over.” Clearly, blood wasn’t his favorite. 

“How’d your night go?” he asked, trying to get his mind off of it. 

Dominic paused on his way back with the supplies and added to the pile a vomit bucket. Just in case, you know. Travis didn’t seem too comfortable and they hadn’t had the easiest of nights.

“You can be sick in here, just so you know,” he tapped the thing against Travis’ good hand before letting it down beside him and going back to the finger. He cleaned most of the wound area up, to see the damage better, before humming to himself and moving away to work on an anesthetic. “Hold this on it for now,” he instructed, pressing a clean gauze to the wound, guiding Travis’ other hand to it.

He moved away, getting the proper instruments from the drawers, opening up a brand new syringe and sterilized needle. “Good. It was... a rough one,” he chuckled. “I’m still feeling it, to be honest. Not that-- I just have a headache, I mean, I’m apt to work, I promise. Not drunk anymore.”

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sepvlchral:

All of a sudden this was the last place he wanted to be. “Yeah,” he said with a nod, looking down at the increasingly bloody rag in his hands and jutted it out. The guy with the easy smile and cute face who was so painfully not into him was not the ideal candidate to be stitching him up right now. 

“I think I need stitches,” he said somewhat lamely. “Or… a compression bandage? Actually, I’ll let you decide that, you’re the expert.”

Travis was fun, Dominic should hang out with him more. Not that the bloody finger made him realize this, no, he wasn’t looking to get injured or anything, but Travis was an easy guy to hang out with. Dom always felt comfortable in his presence.

“Ooh, that’s a nasty one,” he hummed as he unraveled the rag, seeing the damage. “Just the tip, huh. That’s what he said. I think stitches will be needed, let me clean you up better so we can see.”

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Travis was right there with the rest of the town. He was hungover and tired and just… all around not doing so well. And he was determined, absolutely determined, to concoct his favorite anti-hangover meal. A nice, greasy cheeseburger with a sunny-side egg plopped on top. Tomatoes, cheese, and then a shot of whiskey to go along with it. Grease and the hair of the dog that bit you? A surefire way to skirt a hangover. 

Except, all of his plans were laid to waste when instead of slicing a tomato, he nearly cut the tip of his finger off. 

So now here he sat in the hospital room, holding his finger in a rag he picked up off the counter. And when he saw who walked through the door, he mentally cringed. None other than the guy he made a fool out of himself in front of. 

“Hey,” he said, with a one handed wave. 

Dominic really should’ve asked someone to cover this shift for him. His head was pounding and he felt sick and he’d already given himself a solid 10 minutes on the IV to rehydrate but it hadn’t helped that much.

Luckily, he wasn’t new at this. He liked his job, he did. Sure, if he had to do some of the nastier stuff today he might’ve had to take some trips to the bathroom to empty his stomach, but his chief was being extra nice and giving him some easy cases. Such as tomato-slicer guy.

“So, Mr. Parrish,” he called as he walked in, eyes on the file he had in hands, and he only looked up at the familiar voice. “Travis,” he greeted with an easy smile. The guy he danced with yesterday, yes. He vaguely, vaguely remembered that. “Good to know someone from last night is also alive and well today. Maybe not so well, judging you’re here, but.” He shrugged as he let the files down and gestured for Travis to reach out the hurt hand. “Let’s see how bad it is.”

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calliopewinters:

She was in the kitchen making her last call when she heard the door open, hand hovering over her gun until she heard the crashing of decorations and then the curses that followed. She’d recognize it anywhere. Letting out a breathe she didn’t know she’d been holding, Calli looked into the living room watching him stumble about. “Morning champ.” She greeted with in a taunting tone, Calli might have been feeling the aftermath of drinking as well but no where as bad as him.

And she was stone cold sobered by the second time he didn’t pick up, panic, even the ones she’d never admit too had that effect on a person. 

Now, Dominic knew ditching someone was a dick move. But ditching a sister who was a cop, a sister whose partner had lost his own sibling to, in this crime wave happening in town? He might as well take the Worst Person Award home.

After carefully putting decorations back into place he was startled by her voice and turned to greet her. “I’m so sorry,” he blurted out, feeling emotion already crawl up his throat and make home there. God, he was sensitive on a good day, let alone half-drunk and half-hungover as he was. He felt little again, like when he was ten and he accidentally broke one of her favorite CDs and he knew she’d get mad about it. “I passed out. I... hi. I’m sorry.”

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“I’m not.”, he chuckled. “I feel like I’m one with the dead down at the morgue today. No disrespect to them. We actually didn’t have any body coming in today. Yet. Either way, it’s a positive because I can barely stand straight let alone open a human being.”, he scratched his head then put his fist in front of his mouth, yawning. God, he was tired. He was always tired but today, he was tired with a capital T.

“So, was my couch comfy?”, he teased, laughing, turning to grab a folder a nurse handed to him and thanking her for it. “It was expensive so I hope you at least slept well.”, he wasn’t going to tell the guy his coat was still at his place, the nurses were already staring. 

Oh, boy, boy, boy, no. Why the hell was Andrew suddenly so cute. Why the hell did Dominic feel a pressing urge to lean in and, like, kiss his cheek or something? This was embarrassing. He could feel his face burn and he was probably as red as a tomato and he blacked out for a solid minute there while his friend talked about the morgue and cutting people up, because he was too busy yelling at himself.

“Ha!” Was all that came out of him at first, a poor attempt at a surprised laughter. He felt like he completely forgot how to human now and oh my god he hadn’t had a crush since he was literally a preteen what the FUCK. “I... I had to go back to Calli before she killed me, that was a close one. Figured you wouldn’t even remember I was there,” he chuckled awkwardly. “It is comfy, by the way.”

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Andrew was listening to a nurse, something about a patient who’d showed up with something stuck in his nose. They always had the best stories, some horrifying, others hilarious. Between nods and chuckles, he caught a glimpse of Dominic coming in his direction. The guy looked like hell and Andrew was sure he didn’t look that much better either but he was holding himself together for the day. 

“Mr. Nurse.”, he said with a giggle, squeezing his shoulder. “How are we doing today? Feeling terrible? Same.”, he giggled again, shaking Dom’s shoulder slightly. “Come on, brighten up, it was a fun night. I barely remember it though.”, he shook his head with a smile, leaning against the counter. 

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Oh, boy.

Dominic could feel his face getting hot the second he spotted Andrew and goddamn it, he couldn’t just slip away now, not without raising suspicion. Why was he being such an idiot about this, anyway? Yeah so what, maybe he helped his friend home and they stumbled onto the couch together and maybe Dominic fantasized a little but whatever. That only happened in his head. No reason to freak out.

“It’s-- it was definitely something,” Dom laughed nervously and shook his head. “My head is killing me. How are you holding up?”

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calliopewinters:

Two missed calls, two. Calli wasn’t like most people who just kept calling until they got through. She would call, wait thirty minutes, and call again. If he made it to three, well…His phone was easily trackable and showing up in her patrol car at whomever’s house he ended up in was definitely a memorable way to end a date. It had to be a date right?

Was her heart beating faster?

Last night, she’d stumbled home by herself after waiting for him outside the bar until she was convinced he’d left without her. The thought that maybe he had already walked to her house, a slim possibility but one she held onto on the way home. The liquor in her veins made her even less cautious than usual, taking shortcuts around town to get there faster and saw…Nothing- so much for ghosts. When she’d got in, Calli even called out to him when she walked through the door before crashing on the couch and still hadn’t decided if she held him ditching her at the end of the night against him or not. “Dominic Hazel Winters, call me back now.”

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Dominic had made a set of terrible, very questionable decisions, to begin with the fact that he totally ditched his sister at the bar in order to help a friend home.

Help is a loosely used term here, because he wasn’t in any condition to help anyone. He was wasted and sick and before he knew it he was passing out on a couch and it was only a couple hours later that he was waking up. Luckily it was early enough that he could slip out unnoticed and try to sneak into Calli’s place -- though, judging by the two (TWO) missed calls, he was already fucked.

The sun was peeking out as he made a pathetic walk of shame to his sister’s, head pounding and still fairly drunk. He at least had the decency to barf on a street bush before he made it to her house, so, he totally gets points for that.

His plan was to sneak in, dump his sorry body on the couch and pretend he had been there the whole night, obviously. An infallible plan, if it wasn’t for the table being way closer to the door than he remembered and he walked right into the damn thing, knocking a few decorations in the process. “Shit, fuck, shit,” he whispered. “Goddamn it, that’s ruined.”